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to grab the rail nailed on the side of the corridor so that the air that got in abruptly, wouldn't throw her down. Ronan laughed and closed her hand in his, leading her out.
     
    “Oh my God, Ronan; this so so beautiful!” she shouted, to be heard over the wind and the engine, when they stepped outside to the front of the ship. He pulled her near him, placing his hand around her waist and hid her behind a large crate so that nobody would see them. They weren't supposed to be there, but the unforbidden part was what they both loved so much. He cleared her face from her hair, placing some locks behind her ear and pushed her gently on the crate, to keep her safe, covering her body with his.
     
    “Are you cold?” he asked, seeing her skin shivering. She shook her head, gasping because she had difficulty breathing. It wasn't because of the wind or the fear, it was because of him. He was the reason she couldn't breathe and why she felt dizzy and her knees trembled. He was the one that was making her feel weak and he knew it.
     
    “If you're cold, we can go inside,” he suggested even though his eyes said otherwise.
     
    “No, I like it here with you” she whispered, grabbing his t-shirt with both fists, forcing him to take a step closer. The wind was making her dress stick on her body like a second skin but she didn't mind because that meant she could feel his body against hers even better. Ronan bit his lip, looking at her with lust.
     
    Kiss me, please kiss me, Chantelle thought with all her strength as his hands travelled on her side, first touching her elbow with his fingertips and then caressing her waist until it rest on her hip. His tongue made a small trip on his lips and Chantelle felt she couldn't take it anymore. Neither could he. He had to kiss her before he lost his mind completely. He took a deep breath, placing his forehead on hers for a moment before his lips touched hers tenderly, for a brief moment that was enough to make her weep for more. The moment her sigh reached his ears, Ronan lost the entire world around him. There was only her and no one else. He pushed her against the crates and kissed her hard, taking her breath away. She held onto him tight, responding gladly to it, and felt his lips tasting hers before he forced her to separate her lips with his tongue. He tasted so good, so familiar because of Noah, but she loved it. The moment it stroked hers, she felt electricity flowing all over her body that was now warm thanks to his body, and his kiss, and she knew she was lost; she was his forever and ever.
     
    "You won't ever hurt me, will you Ronan?" Chantelle asked,
     
    "Never," Ronan said, but it was hard to tell if he was telling the truth. He pulled her in for another kiss.
     
    There was no going back now. Ronan had her under his spell: he owned her, and could do whatever he wanted with her, whether she liked it or not.
     
    Ronan and Chantelle both ran into their house at the end of the day, and slumped down on to the couch, breathless.
     
    CHAPTER TWELVE
    A TWIST OF FATE
     
    "What drink will you have?" Ronan asked Chantelle, grinning.
     
    "You know I don't drink," Chantelle said seductively, joining him at the mini bar of the house. She wrapped her arms around him and gazed into his eyes. "Ronan, look  how quickly we've both fallen in love," she smiled. "Let's get married."
     
    Ronan began to laugh. "How can we get married?"
     
    "Why not?" Chantelle asked, her arms still around him, but she was frowning.
     
    "Why not?!" Ronan repeated. "Because a wedding takes a lot of preparation."
     
    Chantelle detached her arms from him and resolved to standing next to him. "So ... is it that you think I don't love you, and you think I'm still in love with Noah or something?"
     
    "Nope," Ronan denied, and a smirk started to form on his lips.
     
    "Come on baby, stop joking!" Chantelle said, wrapping her arms around him again and kissing his lips, wanting more, just like he'd kissed her on the